Ken Norman Mansion Novels & Stories

When she looked upwards, she saw mansions built in different ways; especially the two mansions that were unique and near each other. "Let's go" Kamala held the umbrella and shielded both of them. They walked on gravelly road. No wonder he told her to wear her boots. It was even more cold as they went upwards. After ten minutes of walking, they stopped at the mansion that Nevena was looking earlier. "Whose house it this?" She was awed. "Mine" he punched some code and opened the door. "Wow!" She could only mutter. The house was fit for a king and weathly person like him. Everything was in gold and white . From the glass walls to the stairs that were made in glass too. Everything was unique and

We stepped into the cool manor and my eyes incontinently took in the bright innards before they stopped on the doors which led straight out to the sand. " This is one of our stylish estates. It has a living room, a large master bedroom and large restroom, you also have your own pool and a small area of private sand." " It's amazing. I love it." The woman jounced putatively pleased by my response. " Someone will be on soon to drop off your luggage. I hope you enjoy your stay with us Mr and Mrs De Mancuso." My eyes widened when she appertained to me as Kenny's woman before she left the manor, leaving Kenny and I in an awkward silence.

Gauze patches looked ugly, but at least they were better than a face full of blood. I trudged from the bus stop, walking at least two miles to reach the mansion at the given address. An uneasy feeling gnawed at me as I approached the place—a sprawling mansion that could’ve easily been a fucking castle with its imposing brick wall. I couldn’t fathom how Kenzie managed to get into a party at a place like this. Hanging out with a bunch of rich pricks in an ancient 1800s home? That wasn’t my scene. I pulled out my phone to text Kenzie that there was absolutely no way I was attending this party. Maybe I could make it to the diner and work a shift.

“You’re planning something.” Damien finally picked up the glass took a slow sip,then he spoke, “No.”. His eyes darkened slightly, “I’m just deciding how to refuse them.” Lucas leaned back, “Again?... you're cold.” Damien didn’t deny it. Adrian's anger was his delight so he'd do anything to watch his nephew go bonkers. It was also a little punishment for the pain he caused Ava. ………….. The Knight Mansion was massive. The white stone walls stretched wide, framed by tall glass windows that reflected the early morning sun. The gates alone were enough to intimidate anyone who approached, guarded and automated with precision. Inside, luxury lived in every corner.

After work in the afternoon, Charlene drove to the Henderson Mansion after returning home to get presents she had made for Neal and Irma. The Henderson Mansion, which is tucked away on the outskirts of Starfall City and is surrounded by beautiful scenery, was ideal for the elderly due to its peaceful setting. Its remoteness from the downtown center was its only drawback. Charlene's drive to the Henderson Mansion took an hour and a half. She parked and remained outside, listening to her daughter Jasmine's happy laughing. Irma was facing the door when she first saw Charlene, grinning broadly. "Come, Charlene. Join me in a seat.

I couldn't live with a man as evil as Norman Stravkos under the same roof for longer than a week. Abel's mansion was in a very reserved area in the heart of town. Tall iron gates pulled open for us as we approached, and the shimmering moonlight illuminated most of the empty space in the large compound. I got a better, more upfront glimpse of the mansion with its huge garage, outbuildings, and extensive and various types of landscaping lights. The grounds, from what I could make out, thanks to the moonlight were expansive, with painted white woods circling most of the property. It seemed to me that the driveway was at least two miles long before it finally circled at the main entrance to the

Thank you for your service tonight. You were exceptional. – Z My heart stuttered. My pulse actually jumped. How did he get my number? Before I could respond, another message appeared. I have a job for you. If you’re interested, come to this address tomorrow at 7 p.m. A location link followed. I tapped it and exhaled sharply. It wasn’t just any place. It was a mansion—one of the biggest on the outskirts of the city. Private. Gated. Secluded. The type owned by people whose bank accounts had no bottom.

He said and picked up his glass of gin, "You're dismissed." The two men bowed slightly, then quietly exited, closing the door behind them. For a long moment, Norman just stood there, the gin in his hand forgotten. His eyes drifted back to the photo on his desk and a muscle ticked in his jaw. "Where the hell are you?" He muttered under his breath. **** After replying to a few last emails and making several important phone calls, Norman finally decided to call it a night. The driver drove him straight to his mansion and the moment he stepped through the front doors, he was greeted not by silence, but by a small, angry voice.

Chapter Fifty-Three: Not the Same Woman You Hurt Miracle's POV Norman had always been stingy so the mansion wasn't guarded with a uniformed guard and only a CCTV. I strode to the gate and repeatedly slammed my hands on the gate. "Norman! Open this door!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, not caring if anyone nearby could hear me. A few minutes later, a maid I don't recognize opened it and I pushed past her with Joy following me. The maid tried to stop me but she prevented her from getting close to me and I was able to enter the house.

Several minutes later, there was a turn off of the road, and I realized it was the entrance to a huge, imposing mansion - my new home. There was a huge gray cloud over the mansion, covering it in shade. I knew the weather was just a coincidence, but it definitely wasn't a good sign. As the limo drove around the huge angelic-looking fountain in front, it stopped, and one of her servants opened the door. I got out of the limo first, cutting her off on purpose, just to piss her off. It felt kind of childish, seeing as I was seventeen, but so what! She was a horrible person. She pushed me out when I did, but I managed to stay my feet, after stumbling slightly. She got out and we walked into the